Chapter Eight
"Hamilsquad"
A.Ham: ughhh...... hangover.
J.Laurens: i think i lost my sense of balance
H.Mulligan: where the fuck iS MY BEANIE
G.M.M.Lafayette: probs on your head mon ami
H.Mulligan: tHATS MY HAIR LAF NOT MY BEANIE
A.Ham: damn, its 4 AM in the morning and weve got classes today.
J.Laurens: NOBODY CARES HAMILTON
A.Ham:
sweet jesus.
H.Mulligan: what even happened to us last night
J.Laurens: we obviously got drunk dumbass
H.Mulligan:
sweet jesus indeed
A.Ham: Jacky are you okay?
J.Laurens: CALL ME JACKY AGAIN OR ELSE I AM HAULING YOUR ASS INTO JEFFERSONS DORM AND KEEPING YOU IN THERE FOR THE REST OF THE SEMESTER
G.M.M.Lafayette: john honey put the phone down for a minute you need to rest
you probably had 3 pints of san adams again
J.Laurens:
um
AND ANOTHER THING
A.Ham: oh god what is it now?!?!?!
J.Laurens: just noticed
"Hamil-squad"
like why does it have to ALWAYS be about you alex???
A.Ham: uh because its only suitable that i get the lead role in this damn group john.
H.Mulligan: that period makes that sentence more intimidating holy macaroli
G.M.M.Lafayette: SHUT UP MULLIGAN
H.Mulligan: sorry laffy
J.Laurens: oh? who gives you the damn right to claim the position like that? youre just an bastard-immigrant-whoreson who doesnt know his legitimate place, and its definitely not with us
A.Ham: [1 image attached]
J.Laurens: YOU DARE FLIP ME OFF?!?!?!?!
A.Ham:WHAT DOES IT FUCKING LOOK LIKE?!?!?!
H.Mulligan: um you guys
G.M.M.Lafayette: Are you sure this is a good time to interupt
H.Mulligan: yup
why are we all texting when were in the same room
G.M.M.Lafayette:
J.Laurens:
A.Ham:
i guess one day of no classes wouldnt hurt
J.Laurens: also herc laf has your beanie
G.M.M.Lafayette has gone offline
H.Mulligan: BIATCH COME BACK HERE
//YOU GUYS IM SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING
again no one cares really but still
next part might be some fluffy Lams, Idk but it will happen.
also i paSSED THE ENTRANCE EXAM IM SORRY NO ONE CARES BUT CAN I JUST
IM STILL HYPED UP AS FUCK AND ITS MIDNIGHT
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